Happy New Year, New Game, New Players (Finished: Dojango/Mictlan Wins!)

[Torgon]

Was the is price of victory? Balor and the Fomorians had defeated invasion after invasion into their once beautiful homeland. Now the land was ravaged, their people nearly destroyed. The dark magic required to defeat the vile armies of the Tuatha had interacted with the old power of the curse in unpredictable ways. Now even more of the children of Fomoria were born with horrific afflictions and monstrous appearance. The kingdom had emerged victorious, but at what price. One more such 'victory' and the blesses giants would not survive into the new age.

The sages saw the worsening of the curse and despaired, seeing it as an sign of the end of all they had fought to preserve. Only a few among them held out any hope for salvation. Balor, king of the Fomorians, was one of the few leaders who believed that salvation for his people was possible. He began a desperate search for a new power, a power that could turn aside the evil of the curse, and return the land of the giant to fertility and prosperity.

His hope was answered in a vision of a new god. One night, while walking through one of the dying forests, he heard a call. A call that brought him to a temple deep within the ancient wood. The temple was deserted, an place of magic dedicated to an old god. The god was unknown to the Fomorians, since any worship had stopped ages ago, even before the time of the Partholonians.

However, Balor heard a call. A soft urging, a hope that he could free this god from its prison. A prison constructed by an evil power ages ago in another war for supremacy. The god that called Balor was a god of healing and mercy, a power that could deliver the Fomorians from the curse that afflicted them.